This is the forty-seventh episode of my unreliable memoirs, recounting sexual encounters from the nineteen eighties. Each episode is self-contained, so you can read them without having read the previous ones.
The episode is written from Lesley's perspective.
I hope you enjoy it.
M4bloke
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Chapter 1 - Munich
On Friday morning I got up early, leaving Daniel in bed, had a quick shower then put on some clothes.
"I'll see you in a couple of weeks," I said, giving him a final hug. "Thank you for a fun week. Have a good time in Jamaica."
"We will," he replied.
Steven was waiting for me in the living room and, after saying goodbye to Kate in the other bedroom, the two of us left for Geneva airport in the hotel limousine.
After a shaky start, our week in Annecy had turned out to be a good one. Kate and I had spent the Wednesday together and it had been like old times. Then, on Thursday, we'd gone out with the boys, on their bikes for the day. It was good to see our husbands enjoying themselves. They both worked hard, so it was nice to see them relaxed, especially Steven.
Daniel and Kate would be leaving Annecy the following day for a holiday in Jamaica. We'd see them again, at Carole's home in Provence, at the end of August. But, for now, Steven and I were off to Munich. Steven had some work to do with the Obermann corporation, regarding the Iris contract. And, while we were there, I hoped to catch up with a few people I hadn't seen in a while.
The flight to Munich only took just over an hour and we'd cleared customs by two thirty in the afternoon. An Obermann corporation driver was there to meet us in 'Arrivals' and drove us in an expensive Mercedes limousine towards Ferdi and Ursula's castle on the Straumberger See.
I'd never been to the castle before. Steven had been once before, and our lodger Suzy had too, with her boyfriend, Uwe. Suzy had described it as being like something out of a fairy-tale and I couldn't wait to see it for myself. I thought about Suzy for a moment. I hadn't seen her since leaving for America two weeks ago. I was hoping she'd be in Munich, visiting Uwe's parents, but I wasn't sure.
The Friday traffic had already begun to build up and it took a while to get out of the city. I could feel myself getting more excited the closer we got to the castle and I squeezed Steven's hand tightly when I first caught sight of the Straumberger See.
"Are we close?" I asked.
"A little further," Steven replied.
He was right, it was a big lake. But it wasn't too long before we were at the imposing gates that guarded the entrance to the Obermann estate. After passing through them there was a short drive through woodland, then the vista opened up.
It was everything Suzy had told me it would be. A fairy-tale castle. White, with towers and turrets overlooking the lakeshore.
"It's beautiful," I told Steven. "It takes your breath away."
"It's quite something. Isn't it?" he replied.
The limousine crunched its way across the manicured gravel driveway, coming to a halt at the entrance to the castle. A young man I didn't recognise, wearing a suit, stood ready to greet us. Steven had warned me that there would be security guards. In the 70's Ferdi had been on a Red Army Faction hit list, while Ursula had been considered a kidnap target. Although the threat had subsided in the 80's, it hadn't completely disappeared.
"Herr Carter, it is a pleasure to see you again," the man said, before adding, "Frau Carter, welcome to Schloss Obermann."
"Thank you," I told him politely.
We followed the young man into the castle hallway where an attractive middle-aged woman was waiting for us.
"Steven, it is so good to see you again," she told him and the two of them embraced.
"Inge, this is my wife, Lesley," Steven told her.
"Of course, I know who you are. Ursula's told me all about you," Inge said giving me a hug.
Steven had told me about Inge. As young girls both she and Ursula had worked at the Obermann family stables. Ursula had met the young Ferdi there and Inge had been complicit in keeping the affair that blossomed between them a secret to begin with.
As I understood it, Ursula and Ferdi had eloped, resulting in Ferdi being cut off by his family. But then Ursula became pregnant with the twins and, when the family realised that Ferdi was prepared to sacrifice everything for her, there'd been a reconciliation.
Inge had been there for Ferdi and Ursula from the beginning and when Ursula had become pregnant, knowing what Ferdi's appetite for sex was like, she'd asked Inge to help her take care of his needs. It was an arrangement that had continued ever since. Now, Inge lived in her own apartment in the castle, taking care of everything to do with its day to day.
"How are you?" Steven asked Inge.
"I am very well, Steven. Thank you," she replied. "And I believe I have to thank you for that."
"Erm, I'm not sure what you mean?" Steven replied quizzically.
"Ursula tells me it was you who suggested that I needed a man in my life."
A look of acknowledgement swept over Steven's face.
"Well, that's not quite what I said."
"I know," Inge replied laughing. "Anyway, you'll meet him tomorrow night at the party."
"Party?" I asked.
"I'll let Ferdi and Ursula tell you about that. For now, let me show you to your room. You're in their private apartments this time. They should be here soon. They're on their way back from Munich as we speak.
Inge led us to Ferdi and Ursula's 'apartment', which was a bit of an understatement really. It was more like a wing of the castle, but clearly it was private, whereas the rest of the castle seemed to have a more open feel to it. It made sense I guess. Two people couldn't live in a whole castle.
Our room was lovely. The stone castle walls were exposed but everything else had a very modern feel to it and the bathroom was exquisite.
"You should be comfortable here," Inge told us, "but if there's anything you need then please let me know."
We both thanked Inge.
"Oh, and there are some clothes for dinner tonight in the wardrobe. Steven, you will know what Ferdi is like but please don't feel obliged to wear them Mrs. Carter."
"Lesley, please," I replied. "Is it ok to go for a walk down to the lake?"
"Of course, Lesley," Inge replied. "Go wherever you want."
When Inge left I couldn't wait to see what outfits were waiting for me in the wardrobe. There was a lovely fashion Dirndl for the evening, similar to the one I'd worn for Oktoberfest. Next to it was a very sexy little skin-tight dress which I assumed was for the party tomorrow. Then additionally there were jodhpurs and boots for riding and a short summer dress too.
"Ferdi asked if I thought you'd mind if Ursula chose some clothes for you," Steven offered. "I said I didn't think you'd mind at all."
